Matt was a simple man with asperations towards journalism, stuck in a dead end job. A random woman who claims that she is realted to him, just gave him the story of a lifetime. She claims to be the only daughter of Ares the god of war.

All that she could
think of, was whether or not she would die. A question she had often
had purposed to her, but this time she really knew the answer. She
could feel with every contraction her life ebbing out of her. The
pain was almost too much to bear, yet she was becoming numb to it.
Her hand twisted into the dirty cream sheets of the motel bed. God,
how much it hurt.

If she could think any
further about her predicament, she would have seen the irony of her
situation. She started her life as a prostitute in a similar motel,
similar dirty sheets and tobacco colored walls. Now in a bed that she
would be normally faking-it in she lay screaming in it as she died.

The air was humid,
which only added to her discomfort. The sweat her body produced was
pouring onto the sheets, mixing with the blood that was leaking out
of her. Her breathing was erratic, matching the beating of her heart.
She had collapsed back onto the bed, tired and weak from the last
push. She didn't know if she could go on any further. She didn't
even know why she was trying so hard anyway. She had always hated
children. Why was she so determined to make sure that this parasite
inside of her would live?

She didn't know who
the father was. She had been with hundreds of men easily, and
tracking down all of her johns was impossible. Not to mention
totally out of the question. He wouldn't have cared anyway, whoever
he was. She was just a whore, a good whore, but a whore nonetheless.
Now she was just a good as dead whore.

A hand gently placed
itself on her back, digging between her naked skin, and the dirty
sheets. She was brought back up to push again, and she let out a
painful sob. They were making her kill herself by forcing her to
bring this child in the world. A child she didn't want in the first
place.

"Push again." Was
the simple command of who appeared to be the ring leader of the group
that held her hostage.

She felt stupid for not
paying attention. All of these men that surrounded her had been
stalking her for the past week. She would see them out of the corner
of her eye, all in groups of two or three, sometimes more. She was
used to being watched, and thought nothing of it. Working around
Police and pimps had numbed her to the feeling. Hell, even passersby
people watched her as she sold her wares. She had nothing to hide. A
hooker with a bun in the oven was on a holiday. The money that she
was receiving from the government covered most of her expenses. She
couldn't very well work with a huge belly, could she?

In the wee hours of the
morning, she thought that she would be fine. She just wanted a coke,
nothing much. She walked down to the corner store without a care in
the world. The neighborhood knew her, and she wasn't an innocent
damsel in distress. No, she was never a withering flower. She was a
woman of the world, who fully thought that she was just fine. She was
always an independent woman, and being pregnant wouldn't slow her
down.

That idea was destroyed
as she returned to her room that was now full of men. They ambushed
her, placing a hand over her mouth to block out the scream she
emitted. There were too many of them in small room, for her to put up
too much of a fight. She speculated that they must have been some
part of Satanic group, doing some sort of strange ritual upon her.
She had voiced a resistance to having them there, but that was
quickly silenced as a gun was presented to her. Her entire life
carried one true law: He, who has the gun, makes the rules.

They had barely said
anything to her, and it had been seven hours since she went into
labor. After they had gotten her to calm down, her water promptly
broke. There was quite the scene as all twelve of them hurried around
her to get ready for the baby. She was shoved onto the bed and
situated. They even went as far as to remove her clothing. They
weren't exactly violent with her, but they weren't particularly
warm either. Any word from them was a barking command.

They hadn't left
since her first contractions, and they were less then helpful. One
was positioned to receive the child, while the others sat around and
watched. If she paused the ring-leader would force her to continue.
She felt as if she was no more than a science experiment to them. An
entertainment for their sadistic cause.

The eerie thing was
that she was so certain that another tenant of the Motel would've
heard her screams by now. Not a soul seemed to have heard her. No
police or motel manager came knocking. The only ones who seemed to be
able to hear her were her captives, and they didn't seem to care at
all.

She was now
regretting her decision to not abort the baby. Abortions were just
too expensive, and she hoped to get some money out of the unwanted
child. A friend of hers had sold her kid to a nice couple, and
received about three grand. Now she wished that she hadn't been so
greedy. Maybe she would've lived?

The pain was beyond her
now, and she could feel the moment arriving. Her first and last child
was about to be born. An instinct snapped inside of her, and her
brown eyes opened wide. She was about to be a mother, and no matter
what her baby must live. That was all she could think of as she
gathered new strength to push.

She felt for the man
who was sitting beside her, making her push. She needed reassurance
from someone, anyone, whether or not they were from a Satanic Group.
Her hand blindly found his, and she squeezed her remaining strength
into it. She could see nothing as her face contorted with pain, her
knuckles going white as she squeezed out the remains of her life into
her child's.

She had been innocent
once. Just like the baby she was currently bringing into the world.
She had made many a bad decision, and in the end she felt as if she
truly deserved it. Maybe it was the heat of the moment, maybe it was
just instincts, maybe the stress had gotten to her, nevertheless she
could do this. She could make one selfless act, and give forth new
life. She was just so sad to know, that she would've aborted it
given the chance.

A baby's cry was
heard, and the man who supported her let her crash back to the bed.
She was so weak, but she wouldn't dare close her eyes. The men were
moving again, she could hear them. The room was losing its focus now.
She wouldn't be able to see straight soon.

She wanted to look at
the child that was her doom. She wanted to see what she had
sacrificed herself for. She had accepted her pain, and death, knowing
that the men were not likely going to call an ambulance to save her.
She would die there on that filthy bed, just like the typical women
of ill repute. It could take days, or hours, she didn't know, but
she had given birth to something that would possibly have a better
life than her. That was something. She had at least done something
relatively good with her life, and she wanted to see it.

Her eyes finally
focused on the men that now gathered around the infant she couldn't
see. The men seemed genuinely pleased towards the new arrival. Some
laughed, while others smiled silently. The ring-leader held the
infant as he cooed at the baby and batted his blue eyes towards it.
The baby was still wailing its arrival, and the woman smiled. It was
like its mother, loud and obnoxious.

"Can… I… see
it..." The woman gasped out, rolling her head side to side trying
to see. "My…baby…can I see…my child..."

The men returned to the
stoic faces that she had grown so familiar with. The woman strained
to see her child, her death. The men soon started to gather their
things, and the woman started to panic.

"Please…let me see
my child..." She pleaded to what appeared to be deaf ears.

The men started to file
through the door without a second glance towards her. She strained to
see where her child had gone amongst the bustling crowd of men. A
lump formed in her throat as the door slammed shut as man after man
exited. When she tried to sit up a different man pushed her back
down, and made the first kind gesture of hushing her.

"It's okay, just
relax." The man cooed in a voice as sweet as cucumbers.

"My baby…" the
woman repeated, as the man caressed her head.

"We'll meet up in
the usual place." A voice she recognized as the ring leader's
stated.

The kind man gave a
quick nod, and she heard the door close once again. Tears welled into
the woman's eyes. Her baby was gone; she never got to see it. She
had delivered her baby into the hands of evil. She hadn't wanted it
as much as she did in that instant. She at the end of her existence
decided that she actually wanted to be a mother.

"Now, now, tears
won't get you anything." The man that was left behind cooed at
her.

But the tears couldn't
stop coming, and neither could the anger. "You stole my child."
The woman sobbed. "I didn't even see…"

Her sobbing won over
her ability to communicate. The man was now shifting through a bag
searching for something. After a moment he found what he was looking
for, and turned back towards the woman. A small vial and syringe was
now in his hands as he filled the syringe with the liquid.

"We didn't steal
anything from you. You didn't want to be a Mother, remember?" The
man stated matter-o-factly. "Now you won't be."

The woman shook her
head as the man reached for her arm. She didn't feel the needle
enter her arm. Instead she still wanted to know something.
"Please…tell me what it was. I want to know."

The man studied the
broken woman before him. It wouldn't take long for the drug to take
hold. She would die in a minute. Pity filled him as he gathered his
things. Of all the women in the world why this poor creature?

Her breathing was
slowing, and she would soon sleep forever. Slowly the man placed his
mouth to the woman's ear. She shuddered slightly and he smiled a
little as he whispered. "It was a girl, a beautiful, healthy, baby
girl. She'll be okay; we'll take care of her. Thank you for
delivering her to us."

The man placed a quick peck on the woman's head, and headed out.
She was dead by time he arrived at the door. The woman was now an
empty shell on a motel bed, just like she always was. In the end she
smiled. She had a daughter, a daughter that would be loved far more
than she ever was.

The kind man exited
into the early morning sun. They had been there since two that
morning. He stopped outside the door, and stretched out his neck
languidly. They could all now get some sleep. He let out a long yawn,
stretching out his arms. His head rotated to the left of him and he
smiled at the man waiting there.

The ring leader stood
smoking a cigarette patiently. He was just as tired as the kind man,
if not more. The way the woman held onto him like that…it was
haunting to say the least. He had delivered tons of children, but
none of the mother's had reached out to him for support. It shook
him, and he was a hard man to shake.

The ring leader turned
abruptly as he heard laughter. He faced the kind man flicking his
cigarette away from him. The kind man, came towards him, and lit up
a cigarette for himself. The leader turned back towards the parking
lot, his back against the wall of the Motel. The other man mirrored
him, taking long deep drags.

"Don't tell me that
she got to you." The kind man chuckled.

The leader was
reluctant to answer. He was never a good liar, finding little need in
the action. He shrugged his shoulders a bit and responded. "Sometimes
we all get a little shaken. Father picked an interesting one this
time."

The response he got
from his brother was a nod and a chuckle. "Yes he did. I didn't
think that he would let a woman like that carry his child. He must
have seen something in her that he really liked." The kind man
stated to his brother before walking away. "It's a shame that we
didn't really get to know our step-mother, it would have been fun."
He called behind him.

The leader smiled. The
woman was of no consequence. She would've died either way. She just
wasn't strong enough to bear the weight of her own child. They had
done her a service killing her off. She was lucky in a way, for not
being one they pegged to survive. She didn't have to hear that her
child was stillborn, and live with the guilt. The leader didn't
know whether or not she would've survived days or hours. Euthanasia
was the best, most humane option.

He smiled wider. His
Father had birthed boys for the longest time. Having eleven brothers
was interesting, but now he had a sister. She was so beautiful, with
her grey eyes, and crop of fine blonde hair. The statement his
brother had said to the woman wasn't a lie. She was going to be
well taken care of. He was going to see to it personally

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